Random Story. Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 ******************************************************** “The earth and everything else was created when two atoms collided to create what we now call the big bang…” Gwen tuned Professor Morris out. Not that she didn’t want to learn but who could believe something as corny as that? She had once asked one of the professors at the college to explain the big bang theory a little better to her. He had told her that out of nothing there came two atoms that collided to make the big bang. So where did the atoms come from? They never answered. Personally she believed that God created the world with one word, so why was she sitting in on this class? Well, first off, that wasn’t supposed to be what the session was about. Second, she had to take this one class if she was ever going to graduate, don’t as why. She scanned the room, looking for a familiar face. Her eyes fell on one young man, sitting casually in his chair, and playing with an odd looking flower. He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t place where she had seen him before. Then it struck her, he bore great resemblance to a kid at the school she had been going to before- the one who had been missing for the past three years. Her eyes got large for a moment, and she stared. The force of her stare drew his gaze. His eyes were dark black, and bore into her with great intensity. She quickly looked away. He couldn’t be the same person, she told herself, he simply looks like him. The Professor had finally moved on to the topic she really wanted to learn about, and she returned her attention to him. Just then, a woman walked down the isle, and whispered in the professor’s ear for several seconds. While she was whispering, his face grew very pale and then he loudly exclaimed “Are you sure?!” The woman simply nodded, and walked away. As she passed Gwen’s row, she glanced over, and Gwen saw tears running down her face. As she returned her gaze to the front of the room, her eyes once more caught on the young man. This time however, it was the flower she noticed. It was shaped like a rose, but more delicate, it was blood red- as though it had been stained by the blood of many- but it was the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. Suddenly, she was overcome by the desire to smell it and she somehow knew that if she did, it would be the sweetest smell in the entire world. Just as she was about to stand up and go over to him, the man suddenly drew the flower out of her sight, and looked up to see him staring at her again. Once more directing her attention to the front of the room, she saw that the professor had finally regained his composure and was starting to talk. “I have just received some very startling and terrible news.” He started, “Would those of you who know someone in the local hospital please raise your hands.” Gwen raised her hand- her mother was there recovering from a surgery, and her father was staying there with her. “I’m so sorry.” He said, and Gwen was frightened for a moment- what had happened?-then he continued “Everyone who did not raise their hands is dismissed. The rest of you need to stay here.” In a few moments, a few people had left the room; it seemed almost everyone knew someone in the hospital. To her right sat a girl who looked very frightened, as if she were afraid that her parents were dead, and they weren’t- were they? To her left sat… wait, the young man from before sat in the seat next to her, flower nowhere in sight- but he hadn’t been there before. “Something happened about an hour ago, I’m not exactly sure what.” The professor said “I have asked that a television set be brought in so that we can see what is going on, I do not want to misinform you.” She glanced to her left, confused, and saw the man staring absently into space. Suddenly he spoke, or rather muttered “So it begins.” The words sent chills running up and down her back, and made her very frightened. So it begins.

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

That is a woonnderful idea, but I was hoping for something else...like since this is fiction, that you wouldn't put in a catastrophic (I'm not sure if that's that right word to use, but oh well) disaster that happened in real life. Like, you would make something up.

After all, maybe the Twin Towers wouldn't fit anyways, or else, why did the professor say that everyone in the room that knew someone in the hospitals stay? That doesn't make sense. Did the twin towers knock any buildings down as it was falling itself? Well, I don't know...I'll ask my dad who was there :)

Well, do what you want, but I was hoping for you to make something up and make it epic. :)

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

I LOOOVE suspense too!! I think that is a one of my best writer's tool. ;)

Anyways, do you write outlines usually? I didn't for the current story I am posting on here right now...but for my next story (which will probably come out later this year as well) I am just writing out the plot on index cards so I can switch them around instead of erasing and crossing things out on a piece of paper (I read that tip in a book on writing) . I tend to enjoy having my characters determine what they are going to do and all, but I want to try something different this time.

So, the point is: do you personally think that if you write a plot/outline beforehand, writing it helps you more than if you didn't write a plot/outline and let yourself suffer with your characters?

I keep thinking the hospital was taken to the moon... #obscurereference #you'vegotafriendinme
I wonder how the opening paragraph contributes to the story. I agree with you/Gwen, yes, but it doesn't fit the flow of the rest of the chapter. Are Gwen's beliefs a huge part of the story? Just curious.
On plot/outline: Sometimes it's fun to write as you go along, and I have no problem with that. On the other hand, I think knowing what will happen (or what HAS happened before the book starts, which is revealed later) is better for writing character arcs. I have a crush on character arcs.

That's what I was thinking too when I read it. I have this horrible feeling that I had intended for that to happen (not horrible because it would be bad, but horrible because it wasn't my idea, if you know what I mean). :)

Just from guessing about how the story was going to go, I think that Gwen's beliefs were going to be a big part of the story. In fact, I think that her beliefs would be the unifying element of the story. However, I may or may not change that, since I have the opportunity to. Her beliefs will still be important, but I think I may change it and make something else the focus of the story. (well, obviously Christ is always going to be the ultimate focus of my story, but outside of that... you know what I mean) :) If I decide to change it, I will take the opening paragraph out, or change the opening paragraph. Thanks for the suggestion. :)

I completely agree! Plus, I always end up losing my original plotline, and then ruining the story, if I don't have it planned out. I end up with one plot at the beginning, one at the middle, and one at the end. :)

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

Yes, I am working on it, and I now have a plot developed, and a working title: The Curse of Time. It is not exactly a story about time travel, but it sort of is. Look for it in the winter, I may have enough to start posting then. :)

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

Just wanted to let you know that I have not forgotten this. I have combined it with a story idea that a friend gave to me. Look for it sometime next week. (I will get it up on Sunday, but it might not be published till later)

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

Just wanted to let you know that I have not forgotten this. I have combined it with a story idea that a friend gave to me. Look for it sometime next week. (I will get it up on Sunday, but it might not be published till later)

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper